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Be who you are what you were what they see

Jun 17, 2011 12:08

Who: Patchwork Tron of Oz and anyone who cares to join him!
What: Alan's re-rezzed him and jazzed him up so he's functional, but his memory is very patchy and only covers up to the fight where Flynn got away.
Where: A few blocks down from the Grid-version arcade
When: Now!
Warnings: Patchy memory. This is not the Tron you knew or, maybe, who knew ( Read more... )

lizor (disc_warrior), tron (legacywarrior), kevin flynn (creator_man), anon (voiceless_anon), ram (namesram), kevin flynn (the_gamesmaster), !open

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creator_man June 17 2011, 19:33:31 UTC

Flynn was resting for about an hour.

It was how much he had, before what he'd left would set enough for him to work further with it, and he needed the time to contemplate, or mediate, or just plain bulldoze his way through the final problems of the monitoring system.

Which meant that he was sitting in a... as open a space as the Grid permitted, the City permitted. Kneeling, more like it.

And meditating, lightly, with his eyes half open and mind as productive as it could become.

legacywarrior June 17 2011, 19:38:56 UTC

There was an old man kneeling in the middle of the road.

Apart from the fact that, if you wanted to kneel in a road, this seemed like a good place with no traffic to do it... why was there an old man kneeling in the middle of the road?

Tron knelt down in front of him, frowning. His memory churned, trying to put a reason or a cause as to why this triggered a sensation, but he couldn't find that sector yet.

"Excuse me," he ... well, interrupted. As politely as he could.

creator_man June 17 2011, 19:44:11 UTC

Flynn's focus drew up as soon as he could hear the steps approaching, but he didn't fully open his eyes and center his attention until the combination of familiar figure and familiar voice. And the first reaction was a smile, small, but joyful, at the sight of his old friend.

"Tron." He'd met... sort-of three, this far. Well, two Trons and one stuck between Tron and Rinzler. And, of course, the kitten, who was a category of his own.

None of those would approach him quite with those words, so chances were it was a probably a different one.

It was still his friend, most likely.

"What can I do for ya?"

legacywarrior June 17 2011, 19:56:30 UTC

That was familiar. Sort of. Familiar, the smile, and familiar, the eyes. He dearly wished his memory was working properly.

But when he spoke, Tron knew. And gaped.

"Flynn?" Flynn that was disappeared for so long, gone in the Grid even longer, except maybe he hadn't been gone? Had he been here all this time? Or had he been somewhere else and had only just arrived here? So, so many questions. For now, Tron could only stare.

Well, stare and hug. Half falling on top of the old man in the profundity of his relief and joy.

creator_man June 17 2011, 20:16:09 UTC

"Hey, hey old friend," the answer was quick and unconditional and light, his arms wrapping back up around Tron.

Heh. He had a question to start things off, but he held on for a bit, first. After this long, he wasn't going to get tired of this anytime soon.

In the end, he did let go a little. "How've you been?" There were... many version of how things could be, here.

legacywarrior June 17 2011, 20:26:29 UTC

He looked so... different. Tron knew, somehow, that Users aged differently from programs, that programs could take damage and errors could remain in their processes for many cycles if not repaired immediately, but Users simply degraded as time went on. But this... he couldn't have imagined anything like this.

When Flynn let go to talk, to ask, Tron sat back on his heels, mostly mirroring Flynn's pose.

"I've... Al--" He stopped, just for a second. Should he even mention Alan-One? Would that put him in danger?

No, this was Flynn, it had to be. For many reasons. "Alan-One repaired me from..." From what happened. He didn't know if he wanted to talk about that. Just remembering it put that itch back in his throat. "But my memory is still in a repair process. It's not... complete." A little ashamed to admit it, that he might not remember things about his old friend.

"What happened? You look..."

creator_man June 17 2011, 20:47:51 UTC

Flynn blinked slightly, his eyes mellowing even more at the mention of Alan. Even if he managed to find a smile for his friend, at the wonderment. He'd probably been wrong, disconnecting Alan from his program for as long as he had. "He did, huh? Yeah, uh. Loads happened. As to my looks, mostly time. It's been... not quite fifteen hundred cycles since this system started. Thirty years, outside in the User world. Users... we age."

Difficult situations aged them even faster, but...

"As to what happened... what else happened. I can tell you much, but it might depend on what you do remember. So I don't confuse you, of course."

legacywarrior June 17 2011, 21:08:47 UTC

"Fif--" Tron's face fell a little. "Fifteen hundred cycles. When... when everything happened, it hadn't been nearly that." It had been a thousand cycles since the revolution. Since Clu had made war against his creator and his friend.

"I remember the last time I saw you... Clu and I were fighting, and I told you to run." Raspy-voiced again, one hand coming up to his throat. "Before that... Pieces. I remember the Games. I remember at one time Clu ordered the losers to be derezzed." His voice tightened a little at that. No, he hadn't and still didn't like that part of it.

"I remember you crashed into the old system and ... Yori. I remember Yori." Just the smile, the softness in his voice should say how well he remembers her.

creator_man June 18 2011, 04:01:25 UTC

Flynn's eyes closed with the memories, hand reaching over to Tron's shoulders, then he looks at his friend again, smiling a very small, gentle smile at the last memory. "Yori's here. Or... a Yori. Much has happened to her."

He paused a moment, using the latest memory as a reference point. "Clu... the ISOs. A new kind of programs created themselves in this system. Isomorphic Algorithms. I hadn't expected anything like them, I hadn't thought it possible, even. So I hadn't created Clu... able to take in the strain, the chaos they introduced in the system. In the end, he rebelled. Against them, against me. When you told me to run, I did. You... for a long time I didn't know what happened. It wasn't good, I'm pretty sure you'll... meet the result around here." He would expand on that, if Tron asked. Or when he asked ( ... )

legacywarrior June 18 2011, 17:20:40 UTC

It was that first part that he seized on first, eyes widening. Worried. Sad. That didn't sound good and now he wanted to find out what had happened to Yori, and only long habit and underlying directive kept him sitting and listening to Flynn.

ISOs... "I do remember the ISOs," he nodded slowly, his voice strengthening as he became more sure of himself and his memories. Given terms to search for, he could rebuild the pieces a little better. Those pieces, at least. "I don't know if I like the sound of that, meet the result." What in the name of the Users had happened? What had Clu done? Tried to go out... with an army? He had never had that kind of support when Tron had been with things. Or so Tron had thought ( ... )

creator_man June 18 2011, 18:37:59 UTC

"..." ... yeah, at first that latest information left Flynn wordless. Then he ran his hand over his face, his hair. "Alan..." His voice softer again. "Alan's here." A part of him almost twitched to head in that direction right now. But he wasn't... finished informing Tron about what he could expect. And it was important, in a way ( ... )

legacywarrior June 18 2011, 19:10:58 UTC

And now it was Tron's turn for speechlessness. What was there to say to that? To the knowledge that he had turned against everything he believed in, everything he had argued against, turned, most likely, into a simple killing program. Considering what Clu had been focusing on most as far as the Games and Tron's skills, at the end.

And yes, it was some comfort that he had managed to reassert himself as he saw it, that something had broken on Clu's reprogramming, but it was all still a shock. Tron shivered, hard, for the first time glad that he couldn't remember any of that.

And thinking. "Maybe..." Maybe he shouldn't go to see Yori after all. "She was in the City, wasn't she. When Clu... When I was..." He didn't know what to think about that. Of any of it. What Clu had done. He couldn't comprehend why Clu had done all of it, had gone so far. It didn't enter into his calculations.

creator_man June 18 2011, 20:47:37 UTC

Flynn sighed quietly. "She was. Brought in to help out with the Portal. She... doesn't seem to have had an easy time, either. I haven't yet asked what happened to her, exactly, but there's... scars. Marks." His mouth twitched slightly. Even a little approvingly. "She was critical of me, realistic. Strength that reminds me even more of Lora than... at the very first."

He shrugged. "I think in these times, anyone can use a friend. It's... easier to find than when Clu was in charge."

Beat. "Oh, and... I should mention. The one in charge of the Grid right now? Is a Tron. Who is... after Rinzler. After all that happened. So if somebody turns to you for instructions, not realizing you're a recent arrival, they may be expecting him. Him-you. Instead."

legacywarrior June 18 2011, 21:07:36 UTC

"Scars..." Tron's face twisted. He didn't like the sound of that. And he was torn between wanting to know if Yori was all right, wanting to talk to her and hear everything that had happened from her, and worrying that he had been the one to do those things to her. However unwittingly.

He could believe that, though. About anyone could use a friend. Especially after Clu had been in charge.

"I'll... remember that." That Tron, not this Tron. Him Tron. This was going to take some getting used to.

creator_man June 19 2011, 11:33:08 UTC

"Not visible ones, old friend." Just... because it could be taken literally. And it shouldn't be. "The kinds that, when she is ready, make her stronger, wiser. Although I think the latter, she already is."

Flynn nodded, then reached to hug his friend again. "The system took quite a hit, because of the reintegration." Had he mentioned that part already? Probably yes, with the Portal malfunctioning. "It's shaken up, some things are patchy, but it shouldn't be alien. Other than meeting different versions of some. From different times. Even different Grids."

And yes, he was... kind of starting to prepare going towards Alan, now. Just a little.

legacywarrior June 19 2011, 11:57:54 UTC

Tron nodded slightly, turning that over in his mind. Different versions, in different stages of developments. Different Grids was harder to accept, not because of improbability but because of how dangerous it might be. Flynn didn't seem too concerned? Tron would still be on the alert.

"It can't be more patchy than my memory," Tron offered with something resembling a smile. "Not that Alan-One did a bad job," he added hastily. Lest Flynn think he was casting aspersions on his User. It wasn't Alan-One's fault, he hadn't been prepared for either the modifications or the corruption he'd found.

Yori, though. Users, Yori... "Do you think..." he frowned. "Do you think she would want to see me?"

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